Hizashi Yamada has been friends with Shouta Aizawa for ages. There hadn't been problems until recently; Shouta has been increasingly obsessive and takes extreme measures to ensure that Hizashi will always be his. Even if it means locking him away from everyone so nobody else could take him. Hizashi is terrified in the beginning, yet finds himself oddly comforted and fascinated by how far Shouta would go to keep him safe, even if it hurt. ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● "You can't keep me here forever." "If it means I can have you all to myself then YES I DAMN WELL WILL." Hizashi flinched harder, tears flooding out. He could never tolerate being yelled at. Especially not by Shouta. What did I do to deserve this, huh? Why didn't I listen to Nemuri... She was right. Now I'm gonna die down here. Shouta froze, realizing what he did and wiped Hizashi's tears as gently as he could almost immediately after he started bawling. "Don't cry, Zashi... I'm sorry I yelled. Okay? I just need you to understand that this is so you can be safe. So nothing can hurt you, and you can always be in a place where you know that you're loved." Is this... No... It couldn't be, is it? ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● This story is vaguely inspired by Tag, You're It (Melanie Martinez) and Happier Than Ever (Billie Eilish) :) TW: Abusive relationships, Addiction, (Drugs, alcohol) Strong language. None of the art shown is mine!

Shouta Aizawa takes notice to how his best friend, Hizashi Yamada, seems to be struggling with his past recently. Shortly after he finds out and attempts to grow closer to him like they had been in the past, Hizashi mysteriously disappears without a trace. If Shouta can even find him again, will he be the same? ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● He didn't seem to notice as he entered the room completely, still shaking and shivering. It looked like he was crying, but he wasn't making any noise. Shouta noticed a burnt smell, concealing a cough. It was enough of a sound to make Hizashi notice him, pure terror in his eyes as he used his arms to shield his face and neck. "Zashi, it's me, it's alright." It was obvious that he didn't recognise him in the slightest. Hizashi was completely frozen as Shouta came closer to him, hoping for some sort of realisation. Still nothing. He looked over his friend, scanning for injuries. He had scrapes and bruises, but nothing too bad. At least, that's what he thought until Hizashi bolted past him to get to the door. His uncoordinated legs fell out from under him and he crashed back to the ground. Shouta put a hand to his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down, but he clawed desperately and flipped over, thrashing around to get Shouta off of him. Shouta held on. He looked into Hizashi's eyes, then down his neck. It was the source of the burning smell, and looking at it made him sick. ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● TW: Alcohol, violence, blood, language None of the art shown is mine!

No? Well that's fine. Not like I was having a MENTAL BREAKDOWN! A group chat is made for Class 1A and all hell breaks loose. It's chaos and nobody can do anything to stop it. Started - Apr 27 2019 Finished - June 19 2019 Highest ranking #1 in Boredom